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Chattering… September 15, 2009

Filed under: Chasm Deep,Egg Hill Sink (Orion's Vale),Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 8:50 am

“Peter wishes to speak in prose now apparently.”

bb:

He’s already said good night and good day to me, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

And more to come.

bb:

No use in wondering, I suppose.

Hucka D.:

The title of the Petemond blog will be “Uniko, Da.”

bb:

“Uniko, Da.” That’s not too bad, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

The language of synchronicity, of collage.

bb:

Yes, I see.

Hucka D.:

Fascinating that “i” turns to “y” here, eh?

bb:

Well… a whole world there.

Hucka D.:

That’s the point.

bb:

What about Azure Islands? Did Baker Bloch drown in the Linden Memorial Island stream to be reborn on his 1/4th tropical sim?

Hucka D.:

Yes. He became Wanna MacWoopie.

bb:

Interesting name. Now he, and I through him, want to “scrub” AA, as we’ve said, to make Devil God and evil good.

Hucka D.:

Castor and Pollution. Already a blog link, actually. I think.

bb:

I can’t find it, Hucka D., although I noticed it’s been made into one of those Zazzle mugs, like already used in “Max…”

Hucka D:

The blog must be scrubbed. Soap is needed.

bb:

We’re fast approaching the end of section 19, Hucka D. Started off slow but has really picked up steam in September with the Corsica continent related material.

Hucka D.:

Not over yet. Peter must move to prose — to be understood — and you must move toward poetry. Through Peter. Or Petemond.

bb:

Returning to Sunklands for a moment, if I can…

Hucka D.:

Certainly.

bb:

Ok, now originally we, or I, thought Petemond was in Sunklands on the Jeogeot continent. But I couldn’t figure out where. On the hill above the sinks? — say near Arrowtown [sim]? — or, well, I suppose I decided it had to be on the hill above the sinks instead of inside the sinks.

Hucka D.:

Now you know better. Centre… Centreville. Deserted town. Village Green. 2 minutes wide in every direction. Center of Second Life which is Kansas City Life. Seed.

bb:

This is also where Karoz’s Fuchsia Diamond came from.

Hucka D.:

Uniko, Da.

bb:

Alright, then. So I suppose Peter took… how did Karoz get from Corsica to Jeogeot or visa versa?… and how does Maebaleia figure into this? Lots of continents Karoz is visiting in the past/future all of a sudden. Is this possible?

Hucka D.:

More than that: it actually happened. Karoz has his limiting circle, no? It’s centred around the Noru properties. He’s like a dog tied to a stake in someone’s backyard. That’s why you had to come in; between the two of you, you split the Korean Channel in two through the sacred “E”, or what Karoz sees from his direction as a “Big Schwa.” Why? Because this is Chilbo influenced, this circle of his. You are beyond Chilbo though… Baker Bloch, I mean. Karoz, in the middle of this channel, magically finds himself transported, then, to Maebaleia and the Blue Feather Sea. He symbolically takes the Big e/Big schwa with him. Crabwoo, however, is found unsuitable to live in or own a gallery in. Yet at one time it was different. Karoz had his jeweler’s shop there. And at that time he found Rubisea and the depot to other star systems.

bb:

Sirius?

Hucka D.:

And further. Lyra. Vega.

bb:

Ashville?

Hucka D.:

A triangle confining black and white. Good and evil. Castor and Pollution. Bridge separates the two.

bb:

Karoz became absorbed?

Hucka D.:

Yes. We were all there, though. Remember?

bb:

You were plastic, more 3d.

Hucka D.:

That was right after Dr. Blood had finished operating and sewn up his patient. Good work baker b.

bb:

We were more real at the time. Now we’re flat-ish again. More 2d. I don’t have descriptions accompanying my text any more.*

Hucka D.:

So you understand you must return.

(to be continued?)

* googled “large hole small hole” for images and quickly came up with this jug. Thinking now that the 2 sinks in Corsica, one large and one small, are related the Klein bottle (or jug): they are actually part of one object that “passed through” or is passing through Corsica Prime.

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